DO you remember that story, the Gift of the Maji where a woman sells her hair to buy a pocket watch for her husband but he sells his watch chain to buy her combs for her hair?
I have passed the uncomfortable stage in my finances and am now looking for a second job. Perhaps I would not be feeling so uncomfortable if my roommate would pay her rent. Either way, something has to change with me and I am willing to suffer for a bit to be more comfortable. We have all heard this tune before.
So I went to Starbucks. Hiring freeze. Fuck. I'm still going to apply though.
Plan B. See Craigslist.
Where I found this...
And I remembered the story. And how crappy I look.
And I thought, oh god, not that.